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Defense lawyer tries — but fails — to put Ahmaud Arbery on trial for his own murder

The attorney for one of the men convicted of killing Ahmaud Arbery closed her defense by suggesting that the victim’s actions contributed to his death. These “actions” included his outfit choices and untrimmed toenails.

“Turning Ahmaud Arbery into a victim after the choices that he made does not reflect the reality of what brought Ahmaud Arbery to Satilla Shores,” defense attorney Laura Hogue told jurors on Tuesday, emphasizing his khaki shorts with no socks to cover his long, dirty toenails.”

The racially charged sentence drew audible gasps from the courtroom. Arbery’s mother, Wanda Cooper-Jones, left following the comment.

“I thought it was very, very rude to talk about his long, dirty toenails and to totally neglect that my son had a huge hole in his chest when he was shot with that shotgun,” she later told CNN’s John Berman on “AC 360.”

The incendiary comment invoked racial tropes and negative stereotypes that the defense thought could play in their favor. The trial was held in Glynn County, Georgia, where 69% of residents are White and 27% are Black. Of the 12 jurors, only one is Black. 

On February 23, 2020, Arbery, a 25-year-old Black man, went on a jog in the neighborhood, near Brunswick, Georgia. That’s when Gregory and his son, Travis McMichael, along with a neighbor, William “Roddie” Bryan, – three White men – in vehicles, chased Arbery down and shot him. Bryan also took videos of the encounter. The three defendants were found guilty of the killing on Wednesday.

Hogue, however, described Arbery not as “an innocent victim,” but rather as a “recurring nighttime intruder” for entering and looking around a home that was under construction in the area. A local police officer testified earlier in the trial that he had planned to give Arbery a trespass warning for entering the property, which is only a misdemeanor under Georgia law. The owner of the home, Larry English, said there was no evidence of anything having been stolen from the site. English instructed the elder McMichael – who happens to be a former police officer – to keep an eye on the property, expecting him to call the police if the intruder returned.

“Can anyone reasonably believe that Ahmaud Arbery was just doing a looky-loo on those nights, in what has been described and shown to you as a home drenched in absolute darkness?” questioned Hogue.

The defense’s primary strategy has been to attempt to shift as much of the blame onto Arbery as possible.

“There were two sets of decision-makers on February 23. It is not just the McMichael’s decisions that led to this tragedy,” Hogue told the jury. “No one but Ahmaud Arbery made the decision to either reach for, or certainly give the very real impression, that he was reaching for a handgun… and no one but Ahmaud Arbery made the decision not to stop when Travis’ truck rolled up beside him.”

However, lead prosecutor Linda Dunikoski responded to claims that Arbery had been involved in any criminal activity, – including a string of thefts that had taken place in the area – pointing out the racism behind the defense’s excuses.

“They made their decision to attack Ahmaud Arbery in their driveways because he was a Black man running down the street,” said Dunikoski. 

“He ran away from them for five minutes,” she added. “No weapon. No threats. No way to call for help. Didn’t even have a cell phone on him. Ran away from them for five minutes!”

Joe Exotic channels the spirit of America’s 19th-century tiger kings

“I am never gonna financially recover from this,” grumbles Joe Exotic, the subject of Netflix’s “Tiger King” documentary series.

Joe Exotic, whose real name is Joseph Maldonado-Passage, blithely utters the line after one of his employees has been brutally mauled by a tiger, making him seem comically indifferent to the man’s suffering.

This lack of compassion isn’t unique to Joe Exotic. As a self-proclaimed “gun-toting gay redneck” and the former operator of a shabby wildlife park, he may seem like the furthest thing from a cutthroat capitalist.

But I study 19th-century showmen like P.T. Barnum, and as I rewatched season one of “Tiger King” to prepare for the new season, I was struck by the similarities between my research subjects and the larger-than-life world of Joe Exotic.

These impresarios also had money on their minds. And like Joe Exotic and the other flamboyant big-cat aficionados of “Tiger King,” they weren’t strangers to fierce competition, threats and bizarre drama.

Lying about lions

In “Tiger King,” viewers learn that Joe Exotic is part of a larger network of big cat exhibitors who regularly trade and sell animals to one another, often in violation of the Endangered Species Act.

The groups include characters such as Bhagavan “Doc” Antle, the elephant-riding, polyamorous owner of Myrtle Beach Safari wildlife park, who is currently under indictment for felony wildlife trafficking. There’s also Jeff Lowe, who purchased Joe Exotic’s zoo and is also facing charges in Las Vegas related to possessing exotic animals without permits. Carole Baskin, Joe Exotic’s archnemesis, aims to take down this network of breeders and traffickers by pushing to ban the private possession of big cats.

In the 19th century, when the total number of exotic animals in the country was much lower, big cat exhibitors didn’t have to smuggle cubs. In fact, back then, the big cat trade network actually included legitimate scientific institutions.

In 1895, James A. Bailey of the Barnum & Bailey circus was involved in a dispute with Frank Baker of the Smithsonian National Zoo over a trade involving two lions.

From Baker’s telegrams to Bailey, it’s clear that Baker felt the showman scammed him. When the circus representative arrived at the Smithsonian with the feline cargo, Baker “was very much surprised to find that he did not bring with him the lion which [Bailey] agreed to let me have but a smaller one.” Baker felt duped and demanded they trade back, but Bailey refused, accusing Baker of giving him an inferior lion.

Despite continued demands from Baker, Bailey didn’t budge, and in the last letter of their exchange, an exasperated Baker folded — but not before writing in a delightfully passive-aggressive, 19th-century manner that “I agree to accept the exchange of lions notwithstanding the fact that you have endeavored to force it upon me without my consent.”

Education, entertainment or exploitation?

The circus’s relationship with the Smithsonian hints at another parallel between 19th-century circuses and today’s wildlife exhibitions: Both attempt to blur the line between entertainment and education.

By claiming that they are not mere entertainment, but opportunities for enlightenment, animal exhibitors then and now have sought to legitimize their business and distance themselves from allegations of animal abuse.

Joe Exotic, “Doc” Antle and Carole Baskin all claim in “Tiger King” that their work is truly about educating the public about endangered species — that, deep down, their primary motivation is to promote conservation efforts. They all attempt, with varying success, to use the veneer of education to distance themselves from stereotypes that their roadside zoos are seedy and rife with abuse.

In the increasingly capitalist society of the late-19th century, promoters like P.T. Barnum wanted the circus to appeal to as many customers as possible. So he and his peers began emphasizing the educational potential of their shows. This was not merely a display of animals doing tricks, they’d insist; this was, as an advertisement for Barnum & Bailey’s circus proclaimed, “better than a college for rare knowledge.”

Back in the day, Barnum even went so far as to call his animal keepers “professors,” a title eerily similar to that of the questionable “Doc” Antle.

Petty feuds and frauds

Joe Exotic was a traveling showman for a while, taking a small exhibition of tigers on tours of local shopping malls and other small venues. Amusingly, Exotic called this venture Big Cat Rescue Entertainment, an obvious reference to rival Baskin’s organization, Big Cat Rescue Corporation.

The petty move on Exotic’s part is once again something that could have come from a Gilded Age showman’s playbook.

Nineteenth-century entertainment impresarios often published notices in trade papers warning others to be on the lookout for fraudulent companies masquerading under the name of another well-established show, such as when the popular Sells Bros. Circus took the Sells-Floto Circus to court over the latter’s use of the Sells name, despite having no owner by that name.

In one case, a rival circus put together an entire pamphlet full of insults directed at Bailey, with lines like “J.A. Bailey, you are a thoroughly exposed, convicted, baffled, beaten, desperate and crazy fraud.”

And in an insult that sounds like it could have come straight from Exotic’s lips, the pamphlet added that even Bailey’s “performing lions are cringing, crawling, sneaking frauds.”

Had these men had access to Facebook Live, I can only imagine the content they’d create.

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While I have yet to come across any archival information suggesting my research subjects were involved in any murder-for-hire plots — Exotic is currently serving a 22-year prison sentence for trying to have Baskin killed — I have seen rival companies being accused of literally burning bridges to hamper their competitors.

Describing the competition between shows as “opposition warfare,” W.C. Coup, a business partner of P.T. Barnum’s, once wrote that he suspected a rival circus of destroying a bridge to prevent their train from arriving on time for their gig. Although he had no proof, Coup wrote that he “knew [his competitors] were driven to desperation and were capable of resorting to any such outrage.”

That’s just a small sampling of the entertaining and sordid anecdotes that can be found in archives devoted to Gilded Age show business.

Perhaps it’s time for the circus to get the Netflix treatment.

A bizarre cast of characters involved in the exotic animal trade returns in “Tiger King 2.”

Madeline Steiner, Post-Doctoral Fellow of History, University of South Carolina

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Peter Jackson’s “Get Back” docuseries is a mesmerizing feast for the eyes

Peter Jackson‘s “The Beatles: Get Back” is a mesmerizing feast for the eyes, a veritable time machine that transports viewers back to the Beatles’ heyday in January 1969. New fans and diehards alike will revel in the carefully restored images of the Fab Four as they bring such classic tunes as “Get Back,” “Don’t Let Me Down,” and “Let It Be” to life in the studio, culminating in the famous Rooftop Concert.

In its finest moments, “Get Back” creates the illusion of experiencing the Beatles working in real time as they undertake a follow-up project to “The Beatles (The White Album),” which had been released in November 1968 and was currently lording over the world’s record charts. While most groups might have been content to take a well-earned break after spending nearly six months in the studio on their most recent LP, the Beatles reconvened on the morning of January 2, 1969, at a cold and cavernous Twickenham soundstage in West London.


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Working with Michael Lindsay-Hogg, who had recently helmed the Beatles’ video shoot for “Hey Jude” and “Revolution,” the group had tasked the American director with documenting their rehearsals for what would have been their first concert appearance since August 1966 at San Francisco’s Candlestick Park. 

As Jackson’s three-part docuseries makes clear from the outset, the Beatles had set themselves up for an especially daunting challenge, particularly given drummer Ringo Starr‘s upcoming role in “The Magic Christian” film, which was set to begin principal photography in early February. In addition, coming up with a spate of new songs on the heels of “The White Album” would be no easy feat. John Lennon was especially tapped out when it came to fresh material, and George Harrison was encountering the usual frustrations when it came to debuting his wares for Lennon and Paul McCartney, the Beatles’ much ballyhooed songwriters.

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When it comes to Harrison’s abrupt decision to quit the band on Jan. 10, Jackson’s documentary doesn’t pull any punches, devoting considerable screen time to the bandmates’ doldrums as they ponder how to proceed in their lead guitarist’s absence. When he returns to the fold, Harrison demands that they scrap the idea of working at Twickenham and relocate instead to the friendlier confines of the basement studio at their Savile Row office building.

At this juncture, Jackson skillfully depicts the Beatles, Lindsay-Hogg, and their crew as they race against the clock, hoping to salvage something from that previously misbegotten month. What transpires on screen over the final two episodes amounts to the greatest come-from-behind victory in rock ‘n’ roll history. Working at Apple Studios on Jan. 21, the bandmates spend the next ten days knocking one song after another into shape, even going so far as to gird their courage and take to the roof for their final, thrilling lunchtime concert.


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Jackson sagely peoples the docuseries with attention to the large swath of folks who made the Beatles tick, including girlfriends Yoko Ono and Linda Eastman, Linda’s daughter Heather, who at times nearly steals the show when she visits the studio, producer George Martin, engineer Glyn Johns, and loyal roadie Mal Evans, among others. In staging Get Back, Jackson makes excellent use of Lindsay-Hogg, who acts as a secondary narrator of sorts, chewing on his ever-present stogie and marching through Twickenham and Apple studios as he tries valiantly to rally his beleaguered Beatle troops into action.

Simply put, “Get Back” is nothing short of a Thanksgiving holiday miracle. As the series unfolds from dreary Twickenham to the eminently more convivial Savile Row, we observe the Beatles crafting new songs before our very eyes. It makes for a transfixing experience, indeed.

“The Beatles: Get Back” docuseries releases a new episode each day, Thursday-Saturday, Nov. 25-27 on Disney+. Watch a trailer for it below, via YouTube.

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Ina Garten’s maple-caramel pumpkin flan is an autumnal masterpiece that’s also gluten-free

Crème caramel — also known as flan — is a melt-in-your-mouth treat that’s oh-so-easy to enjoy. The Latin dessert features a creamy custard base, made from sweet cream and eggs, that’s taken to the next level with a clear caramel sauce. For years, flan has satisfied both the hearts and souls of generations upon generations. In fact, the delicacy is so good that it has been reworked into unique regional varieties by many countries, notably India, Japan, Malaysia and the Caribbean.  

Here to introduce us to another rendition of flan is Ina Garten and her autumnal-themed pumpkin flan with maple caramel. In addition to the traditional flavors of maple and vanilla, Garten’s recipe flaunts hints of nutmeg, cinnamon, grated orange zest and Italian mascarpone. Her twist on a classic staple is the perfect treat to share with loved ones during this season.  

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Start by preparing the flan’s caramel, which calls for sugar, maple syrup and water. Once the caramel is done, mix in a pinch of fleur de sel (finishing salt) and pour the sugary goodness into a round cake pan. It’s important to note that Garten strictly calls for a round cake pan and not a springform pan.  

In a separate bowl, mix together the sweetened condensed milk, evaporated milk, canned pumpkin, and mascarpone until smooth. Whisk in the eggs, vanilla, maple extract, orange zest, cinnamon and nutmeg before pouring the mixture into the same cake pan with the caramel.  

Bake the flan in a water bath and at the center of the oven. An easy way to tell if the flan is fully cooked is to look at the center, which should be slightly firm and jiggly. Rest the flan on a cooling rack before moving it to the refrigerator. Enjoy a generous slice of the chilled dessert with spoonfuls of syrupy caramel sauce. Full recipe here

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How to freeze leftover turkey (because we know you have tons)

For many of us, Thanksgiving is the one meal where we purposefully plan for leftovers. A Thanksgiving meal without leftovers just isn’t right in my opinion. This Thanksgiving, much like last year, will probably look a little different than the traditional holiday — whether that means on a video call or just pared down. Either way, smaller celebrations can mean more leftover food, especially if you can’t fathom Turkey Day without the turkey. So when it comes to leftover turkey, how long does it actually last in the fridge? And can you freeze it? It’s not as simple as a yes or no, so let’s dive in.

First let’s clarify something: We’re talking cooked turkey. If you have leftover raw turkey, you can certainly store it in the freezer and save it for another day! Here are two tips to help ensure you’re doing it safely. First, keep turkey, or any meat for that matter, in its original packaging. Manufacturers choose this packaging because it’s typically air-sealed to keep bacteria out. If there’s a tear or puncture in the packaging, you should repackage it in an airtight container or wrap tightly in plastic wrap. The more you expose the meat to air and bacteria, the more you increase the potential for spoilage. Secondly, make sure your freezer is set to actually freeze; that means it maintains a temperature of 0°F or below. If you have a separate fridge or chest freezer in the basement that gets used less frequently, this is the time to use it. The more you open and use the freezer, the harder it has to work to regulate the temperature. A frozen whole turkey can be kept for approximately 12 months in a freezer set at or below 0°F, while pieces will start degrading in quality slightly sooner, at around 6 to 9 months.

Now, what about the leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner? According to the USDA, leftovers will last up to 3 to 4 days in the refrigerator, but if you know you have more than you can eat in a few days, freeze it sooner rather than later. To freeze cooked turkey, first pick the meat from the bones. If you want to freeze dark and light meat separately, now would be the time to sort it. If you have a whole breast left, the CDC recommends slicing it so it cools down faster and you can get it into the fridge or freezer sooner. It also makes reheating easier, so win-win! If you’re going to save the bones to make soup or stock, freeze those separately as well.

Then there is the question of how to store leftover turkey meat: plastic wrap, zip-top bag, airtight container? The answer is: It doesn’t really matter, so long as they’re freezer-safe and you do your best to squeeze out as much air as possible. Then cram as much meat as you can into each container; the more air trapped in the container, the more potential for freezer burn. I prefer to wrap individual portions in plastic wrap, then place multiple in a reusable zip-top bag or freezer-safe container. I also try to utilize labeling to my advantage; we all know that once things go into the freezer, they can easily get lost in the abyss. Again, turn to that secondary freezer if you have one! If you don’t, you can still place leftovers toward the back of the freezer, away from the door. Consumer freezers often don’t close solidly, and again, with frequent opening and shutting, the temperature fluctuates. As for how long to keep said leftovers, the USDA recommends utilizing them up within 2 to 6 months for the best quality. After that, they start to degrade in quality and taste, so best to discard to avoid food poisoning.

When it comes time to use frozen leftovers, make sure you defrost them thoroughly, ideally in the fridge overnight. If heating them from frozen, make sure they reach 165°F on a food thermometer for guaranteed safety. And try your best to only thaw and reheat once. Each time you cool food to freezing then reheat it, the higher the risk for food poisoning becomes, not to mention the taste and texture will degrade. This is also why pre-portioning will be your best friend when it comes to Thanksgiving leftovers.

Looking for America in Thanksgiving week: It must be here somewhere

Driving halfway across the country to visit relatives in Kentucky and Missouri for Thanksgiving, I came to a sudden realization: I do not recognize America.

I wonder if I ever have?

I am the grandson of a Lebanese immigrant who came to the United States, he said, because it was the one place on the planet that let a man be what he wanted — where you weren’t judged by class, religion or race. When I was a boy, my coach told me to trust and work with everyone on our football team no matter who they were or where they came from. “You may not like the guy next to you, but he’s on your team and you will block for him.”

The kids who blocked for our running back with glee turned out to be the same kids who would beat up other kids who looked like our running back, simply because their skin was a different color.

I had a history teacher who preached “We hold these truths to be self-evident — that all men are created equal,” and that we were all endowed by our creator with certain unalienable rights, among them life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That same teacher was vehemently against the Civil Rights Act and once proudly boasted,” Queers don’t belong.”

I remember John Lennon singing “Give Peace a Chance” after John Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X were assassinated and the Vietnam War raged. John himself was assassinated a few years later by a deranged fan.

I thought of that when I stopped to fill the tank at a gas station in Braxton County, West Virginia, along the I-79 corridor. The county is the home of a  70-year-old legend about an alien in a green hooded cape with glowing red eyes who looked like a character from an episode of “Rick and Morty.” Local residents in 1952 supposedly saw a shooting star land on the side of a mountain and some kids who went up there to search claimed the alien appeared and scared the crap out of them. Some say it was a screech owl, flapping its wings while resting on a branch of a nearby fir tree. I suppose it depends on what you drank for dinner as to what you saw. But the local civic association embraces the myth and celebrates it every year in a local pageant.

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The denizens of the gas station cheered the Kyle Rittenhouse verdict, which had just been announced, with the same energy. A clerk and a customer apparently knew each other well enough to agree: The verdict was  “good” and Rittenhouse “was a patriot.” They also cheered Rittenhouse for killing white people, “so the n***ers don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not always about race.” 

“All we are saying is give peace a chance.”

The following morning, at a diner in the St. Matthews area of Louisville, a multiracial and presumably heterosexual couple worried aloud about Rittenhouse’s continued safety — not because they liked him but because they feared that if anyone harmed him, the wrong people would be blamed.

It was perversely funny driving through Kentucky. The University of Kentucky and University of Louisville have a rivalry fiercer than the Hatfield and McCoy feud. Louisville alumni are usually far more politically progressive than their Lexington cousins at the University of Kentucky. The Cardinals wear red. The Cats, blue. No self-respecting Kentucky fan would ever be caught dead owning anything cardinal red — at least, not until Donald Trump came a-courtin’. Now you understand the laughter when you see a Wildcat fan wearing a Cardinal Red shirt — no matter what slogan is printed on it.

The next day, on the 58th anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy, I found myself at a Walmart in Columbia, Missouri, purchasing groceries and scheduling an eye exam while getting my tires rotated. I noticed the guy in line in front of me was purchasing an air rifle and a bottle of bourbon. 

For no reason at all I then thought of JFK and remembered the first time I saw my mother cry. Me and Mom watched on our little black-and-white television as Jackie walked off the airplane with the blood from the president’s fatal brain wound on her dress. Mom cried and it seemed as if the entire nation suffered a fatal head shot that day. Some would argue we never recovered.

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While the delicious irony of the deep split in our country is best seen in the Kentucky/Louisville rivalry, the most dramatic example of it is seen on the I-70 corridor between St. Louis and Kansas City. Cruising into St. Louis on I-64 out of Louisville, you see plenty of oversized billboards that advertise Jesus, church, used cars, lawyers and public service. 

You will also see an occasional “Buyer’s Remorse Yet?” sign stuck up on a hay bale featuring a larger-than-life-size photograph of President Joe Biden.


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A truck on the road might pass you with a sign that says “BBB — Bite me Bigly Biden” — which technically would be BmBB. We all know what a “Bm” is. It made me laugh.

In Missouri you see all the billboards you see in Illinois, and more: “There’s Only One Religion” followed a half mile down the road with an ad for an exclusive gentlemen’s club featuring “All the best nude girls.” About a mile away a large billboard asks whether you’ve been harassed at work. It promotes the #metoo movement and suggests you contact a firm called Jungle Law. Then there are the numerous advertisements for gun shops, flu and COVID vaccinations, colleges and a cannabis dispensary — in a dual display with a Jesus billboard. “Got Jesus?” 

In short, mid-Missouri is a combination of the final scene of “Easy Rider” and any road warrior scene from Mel Gibson’s “Mad Max” movies, with a dash of Mel Brooks thrown in when you need a laugh.

Gas prices were at $3.49 a gallon leaving Maryland and in mid-Missouri they fell below $3. Still, everyone in Missouri complained. “See what you get with Biden?” I heard more than one person offer as free commentary. I didn’t ask. They told me: “He’s destroying this country.”

A few staffers at a local grocery store in Columbia, wearing masks according to a corporate mandate, complained about doing so just because of “a few people who only got the snots,” while praising Trump’s efforts to develop a vaccine they refuse to take because they are convinced the government wants to track them. They spoke of Missouri making pot legal “with a card,” meaning that medical marijuana is now legal and dispensaries are already popping up — but one woman said the government won’t let you get a gun permit if you can buy marijuana. “They’re afraid you’ll get high and shoot people,” as it was explained to me. You can still buy liquor and guns together. In fact, there used to be a store in Columbia called Liquor, Guns and Ammo.

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I’m sure the schism in this country has been around since the founding fathers gathered in Philadelphia and tried to chart a path forward that would unite us and guide us into a future where self-government and democratic principles were accepted and revered. But as a boy, I was blind to this. Donald Trump not only made it socially acceptable to be the worst version of yourself, he ripped away the thin veneer of civility that enabled us to work and live side by side with relatives and friends who think differently than we do. Maybe I’m just naive.

Biden issued a statement expressing his disappointment in the Rittenhouse verdict, but also addressed the need to accept it and move on — without violence.. This may have kept down any angry backlash, but it certainly didn’t address the bigger problem: This country has two different ideas of justice — one for white people and one for everyone else. At the end of the day, I sat talking with a young man and woman who are college students at Mizzou. They said they hoped Rittenhouse would die. “But that’s what the other side says,” the young woman said in addressing her own hypocrisy. “I know I’m wrong, but they get away with injustice. Who’s going to be the better person? Why do I have to be?”

Today we’re too busy being angry, too angry, at how busy our enemies are. Most of us are convinced we’re walking victims with open sores. “We didn’t have free education like the president wants,” the gray-haired white man said while sitting at his bar stool. He was talking about the Build Back Better agenda and the infrastructure bill — saying the passing of one was stupid because “we already are the greatest country in the world,” and bemoaning the other because “I learned to pull myself up by my own bootstraps and so should everyone else.” A white-haired white woman sitting next to him remarked that it takes more to get ahead in the world than it used to, while another aging white man chided the first. “You got a student loan to go to school, so shut up.”

As it turns out, that’s why it is hard to recognize America.

We claim to be one thing.

We are another.

Some of us aspire to liberty. Some believe freedom doesn’t include responsibility.

Some are angry, resentful and petulant.

Those people live in a dystopia of their own mind.

I don’t recognize America because I don’t recognize dystopia. My grandfather’s words stick in my mind more than 50 years after I first heard them. And I give thanks this year for them: You could build a nation with those sentiments

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Talking turkey! How the Thanksgiving bird got its name (and then lent it to film flops)

“Meleagris Gallopavo Day” is a bit of a mouthful. Which may be why this Thanksgiving, most people will opt for the less ornithologically precise “Turkey Day.”

And just as turkey is a versatile meat — think of those leftover options! — so too is the word “turkey,” which can refer to everything from the bird itself to a populous Eurasian country to movie flops.

As a scholar who studies word origins, I love “talking turkey” — not only how the bird came to be named, but also how the word has evolved over time. But let’s start with what has become the centerpiece of most Thanksgiving Day dinners.

The North American turkey — the kind that many families will be carving up this Thanksgiving — was being domesticated in Mexico some 2,000 years ago.

Europeans glimpsed their first turkeys around 1500, when Spanish explorers arrived in the Americas and brought them back to the mother country. By the 1520s, turkeys were being bred in Spain, and soon the delicacy was appearing on rich people’s tables across Europe.

Oh, dinde!

But what to call the new import? Europeans in the New World were overwhelmed by the new plants and animals they saw, and often used familiar names for unfamiliar species. The Spanish, for instance, thought turkeys looked like peacocks, so they used the Spanish word “pavos.” The French called them “poules d’Indes,” or Indian chickens, later shortened to “dinde.”

To the English, the newly discovered American birds looked like the guineafowl — a bird native to Africa but which was introduced into Europe by Arab and Turkish traders in the 14th and 15th centuries.

And it is this point in the story that the modern-day turkey gets its name.

The Ottoman Empire was then at its height. Ethnic Turks, based in Constantinople (now Istanbul), ran the empire that spanned the Near East, Middle East and North Africa. As a result, to many Europeans, anyone from “the East” was a “Turk.”

Because Ottomans dominated trade in the eastern Mediterranean, a lot of produce coming to Europe was seen as “Turkish.” So a precious stone from Persia was named “Turkey stone,” and the French version of that name, “pierre turquoise,” gave us the word “turquoise.”

In the same way, African guineafowl, introduced by Turkish traders, became a “turkey-cock” or “turkey-hen.” Over time, this was shortened to just “turkey.”

Now that’s a feast!

For as long as the New World turkeys have been in Europe, they’ve been featured in celebratory meals. The English word first appears in print in an account of a banquet hosted by politician John Prideaux in 1555: The menu included 38 red deer, 43 pheasants, 50 quince pies, 63 swans, 114 pigeons, 120 rabbits, 840 larks, 325 gallons of Bordeaux wine and “Turkies 2. rated at 4s. a piece.”

History’s most famous turkey dinner, though, was served in Plymouth Plantation in 1621, as 50 Pilgrims who survived a year of brutal hardship joined 90 Native Americans for a three-day feast. Turkey wasn’t the only dish being served. Writing in his “History of Plymouth Plantation,” Governor William Bradford noted that Native Americans brought “codd, & bass, & other fish,” and others brought “water foule” and venison. But he was especially impressed with the “great store of wild Turkies.”

The bird has become so associated with harvest-time celebratory dinners that we’ve been calling Thanksgiving “Turkey Day” since at least 1870.

Meanwhile, the word has continued to find new uses, showing up with dozens of meanings. In 1839, the Southern Literary Messenger — a magazine edited by Edgar Allen Poe — reported on a new kind of dance, called the “turkey-trot” from its jerking motions.

In 1920, New York’s Department of Health reported that “Some addicts voluntarily stop taking opiates and ‘suffer it out’ . . . which in their slang is called taking ‘cold turkey.'”

The turkey’s reputation for stupidity prompted other meanings. The legendary gossip columnist Walter Winchell told readers of Vanity Fair in 1927 about some new showbiz slang: “‘A turkey,'” he reported, “is a third rate production.”

Since then, movies that flop with the critics or at the box office have been called turkeys.

Another disparaging sense arrived in the 1950s, when turkey became a name for “a stupid, slow, inept, or otherwise worthless person.” That, in turn, probably led to the rise of the “jive turkey,” which first showed up in African American speech in the early 1970s, defined by slang lexicographer Jonathon Green as “an insincere, deceitful, dishonest person.”

Jive or straight talking?

And what about “talk turkey”? Well, that can mean quite contradictory things.

One dictionary from 1859 defines it as “To talk in a silly manner, talk nonsense.” A similar meaning is attached to another turkey-related word, “gobbledygook.”

Another definition found in the 1889 “Americanisms, Old & New” had “talking turkey” meaning “To use high-sounding words, when plain English would do equally well or better.”

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The most familiar meaning of “talking turkey,” in which it is a stand-in for “straight talk,” is often said to come from a once popular joke. A white man and an American Indian, the story goes, spend a day hunting together and manage to bag a turkey and a somewhat less bountiful buzzard. The devious white man proposes a “heads-I-win-tails-you-lose” division of the spoils. “I’ll take the turkey, and you the buzzard,” he says, “or, if you prefer, you take the buzzard, and I’ll take the turkey.” The frustrated American Indian replies — usually in some version of would-be comic pidgin English — “You talk all buzzard to me, and don’t talk turkey.”

Those who study word histories are skeptical of stories like this, since most are invented after the fact. More likely, “talk turkey” came from pleasant conversation at Thanksgiving dinner, or maybe negotiations between Native Americans and European colonists over the cost of poultry. Whatever the origin, though, when we “talk turkey,” we’re engaging in the kind of straightforward, honest speech the scheming hunter denied his hunting partner.

Jack Lynch, Professor of English, Rutgers University – Newark

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A procrastinator’s guide to Thanksgiving

My last pandemic Thanksgiving dinner began in a jet black convertible-turned-restaurant booth where I watched as a teenaged pizzamaker took a break from scattering toppings on my 18-inch Supreme pie to take a hit and turn up “Heartbreakin’ Man” by My Morning Jacket. 

Spinelli’s Pizzeria in Louisville’s Highland neighborhood possesses a kind of curated grime. It’s covered in graffiti-style art (which is unsurprising because its staff is often a rotation of local taggers) and is packed with muscle car and pop culture ephemera, including a floor-to-ceiling mural of a nude Burt Reynolds lounging on a bear skin rug. 

It’s also open until 5 a.m. almost every day — including on Thanksgiving. 


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I’ve had other slightly unorthodox holiday dinners. Through grad school, my friends and I would hold a “Pies & Sides” party where turkey was the only thing that was decidedly unwelcome on the table. A few years before that, my sister and I were both recovering from the flu and opted out of the Big Thanksgiving with family. We ended up at a stripmall Indian buffet, instead, and savored the saag paneer and chicken korma after a week and a half of plain toast and crackers. There was last year’s pizza dinner, consumed while wondering how long it would be until a vaccine against the virus would hit the market; it didn’t feel quite right to celebrate until it had. There have been Thanksgivings on the road, alone and everything in between. 

But nothing quite compares to the emotional charge that is Procrastinator’s Thanksgiving. 

There are those who prepare for a holiday meal in an arguably sane way. They have their spreadsheets, their lists and their budgets all lined up a month in advance and dutifully pre-prepare and freeze items over the weeks leading up to the big day. More and more, I endeavor to be this person, especially on the budgeting front. 

However, the number of times that I’ve raced through the supermarket the night before a holiday gathering with $100 in my pocket and a basket to gather items that form some kind of cohesive menu shows that I still have a long way to go. So this special issue of The Bite is for all the other procrastinators out there who still want to make a special, seasonal meal — albeit on a much shorter timeline.

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Shed the Shame 

Sure, we could have made our lists weeks ago and started shopping then, too. But we didn’t because we were swamped with other things — work, binging “Succession” so you finally know what all the memes are about, existential dread, just existing amid a pandemic. Shed the shame and scrawl out a list hitting the big categories: main, sides, dessert, drinks. Depending how late in the game it is, this may be more of a wishlist than a plan, but it’s a start. 

Be Flexible 

On that note, be flexible. Let’s say when you reach the store that the turkey selection is totally picked over, leaving only the puny or the overpriced. That’s just fine. Pivot to a roast chicken flavored with butter, sage and citrus. Did everyone else seem to have the same idea? Alright, what you’re going to do is roast a pork loin, nestling it alongside sliced apples, onions and butternut squash. 

As you shop, you may find yourself making both simple shifts along the way — say, swapping out cornbread for sourdough in your dressing — and completely abandoning items on your original grocery list. Don’t worry, though. Things will all fall into place if you view the meal as a creative challenge and don’t get too stuck on preconceived ideas of how it “should be.” 

Stick to Seasonal Ingredients — But Think Beyond the Traditions 

There are the Thanksgiving staples that appear on tables all across the country year after year — mashed potatoes, cranberries, green bean casserole. These are going to be the first things that disappear from the shelves. If you were going to do one thing to prepare before going to the grocery, do a quick Google search for “Produce in season in November.”  You’ll see some of the stand-bys, but there’s also a kaleidoscopic array of other options: pomegranates, persimmons, other root vegetables like turnips and parsnips, brussels sprouts, kale and chard. 

These items may be more readily available on short notice, and often have the extra benefit of needing only the most basic preparation to taste good since they are fresh and in season. 

Don’t Be Afraid to Zhush Up Premade Options 

All that said, don’t be afraid to use some of those seasonal ingredients to add a little freshness to packaged, frozen or premade options. During the holidays the supermarket deli is actually a treasure trove of perfectly serviceable sides. Add a little fresh citrus zest  to their tub of cranberry sauce, or grab chives and some good butter to doctor their packaged mashed potatoes. The same applies to standbys like Stove Top Stuffing; while I love it straight out of the box, if you flavor it with some browned mushrooms or crumbled sausage, as well as a handful of fresh parsley, the difference is noticeable. 

Be Aware of Cooking Times 

Even if you somehow miraculously found every item on your dream shopping list, keep in mind how long it will take to thaw, prep and bake everything on your menu. That’s where a healthy mix of homemade and store-bought will keep you from having to pull an all-nighter just to ensure that everything makes it to the table fully-cooked. 

And if all else fails, you can always buy yourself a little time by ordering a pizza for your guests to share. 

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Union busters: Why Starbucks executives are suddenly swarming stores

In June of 2018, just weeks before stepping down, former Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz issued a farewell address with a few words of wisdom for the company he’d leave behind. In it, he encouraged Starbucks workers of all stripes to “never embrace the status quo,” advising them to approach the world with a sense of “empathy” and “kindness.” But in recent months, as dozens of Starbucks employees organize a first-of-its-kind union drive – an effort that would ostensibly upend the company’s status quo – critics argue that Starbucks has plainly jettisoned its ethos of empathy and kindness to stamp out the burgeoning workers’ movement. 

The organizing effort was first launched back in August, when three Buffalo stores in New York state filed petitions seeking representation by a union, according to The New York Times. Citing difficult hours, insufficient sick days, and chaotic working conditions – all of which were reportedly exacerbated during the pandemic – it didn’t take long before workers established a partnership with Workers United Upstate New York, an affiliate of the Service Employees International Union (SEIU). 

Gary Bonadonna Jr., International Vice-President of Workers United Upstate New York, told Salon that the pandemic “showed [workers] that they cannot simply rely on management to look out for their health and safety or financial well-being.”

“This generation of workers understands that unions are the one vehicle that puts workers on an even playing field with management,” he said over email. “They know that previous generations organized unions to build the middle class, and they are determined to stand up for their right to organize a union.”

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In late October, after three months of organizing, the National Labor Relations Board (NLRB) ruled that the three Buffalo locations could hold separate union votes. The development marked a decisive blow for Starbucks because the company had previously asked the agency to hold a single vote pooling together twenty stores in the area – a maneuver critics saw as a bid to delay the election or dilute the electoral strength of pro-union employees. 

For now, Starbucks appears to have lost its battle with the NLRB. But its conflict with employees – who are set to cast an official vote on unionizing by December 8 – rages on. Meanwhile, the union effort has reportedly expanded westward to Arizona.  

So over the past several months, the company has swarmed its Buffalo-area shops with company officials from out-of-town or out-of-state. Buffalo employees told the Times that the maneuver is “part of a counteroffensive by the company intended to intimidate workers, disrupt normal operations and undermine support for the union.”

Casey Moore, a Buffalo-area Starbucks barista on the union organizing committee, confirmed that high-level executives like Rossann Williams (President of Retail for North America), Allison Peck (Regional Vice President), and John Culver (Chief Operation Officer) have all come into stores unannounced to meet with employees or deliver presentations about the apparent ills of unionization. 

In one instance, Moore said, Culver came into her store and introduced himself without revealing his full name and position, telling her that he’s a “partner” (a company term used to denote “worker”). Only minutes later, after doing a quick Google search, Moore learned he was the COO of the entire company. 

“It’s just been completely insane,” Moore said in an interview. “The day after we sent a letter to [Starbucks CEO] Kevin Johnson telling him that we’re forming an organizing committee and that our goal is to form a union, they sent in people like Rossann Williams, their support managers at all of our stores, [and] they’ve been hosting weekly or bi-weekly anti-union meetings.”

She added: “Just seeing that has made me even more determined to unionize at this point because … they’re not living up to their mission and values.”

Wilma B. Liebman, a former chairwoman of the NLRB during the Obama era, told Salon that the abrupt presence of outside officials in stores could seriously undercut what labor law considers “laboratory conditions” – a union election environment that ensures workers have the freedom of choice. 

Of the officials, Liebman said in an interview: “That was not even close to me, legally … It’s hard for me to think that [employees] would not be coerced.”

According to the Times, workers have also alleged that the company has packed certain locations in Buffalo with new and unnecessary employees, a move that could throw a wrench in the organizing efforts. 

Alexis Rizzo, a longtime Starbucks employee in Buffalo, told the outlet that the sudden influx of new employees has left her feeling outnumbered. “It’s intimidating,” she said. “You go to work and it’s just you and 10 people you don’t know.”

Still, sentiment amongst employees is not unanimous.

One shift manager who has been with the company for years told Salon that their experience is a far cry from what organizers have described. 

“I’ve been in contact with probably hundreds of different restaurants, shift managers and store managers. I’ve come in contact with a lot of people from corporate. And everyone that I’ve met is just genuinely kind. They genuinely care about other people,” they said anonymously in an interview arranged by a company spokesperson.

Asked about the presence of company officials in Buffalo stores, they added that it’s a “lose-lose situation” for the company: “They don’t come out, they don’t care about the people.”

Recently, the company mandated a rash of store closures in the Buffalo area, allowing employees to voluntarily attend a speaking engagement by Schultz, a multibillionaire who raked in nearly $10 million at the height of the Great Recession, when thousands of employees were being laid off.  

RELATED: Howard Schultz’s amateur-hour politics: Please God, not another egotistical billionaire

Speaking to a large crowd of baristas, who on average make under $25,000 a year, Schultz acknowledged that Starbucks is “not a perfect company.” Schultz made no explicit mention of the union drive but vaguely alluded to workplace issues at certain stores in the Buffalo area. 

“Mistakes are made,” he told the crowd. “We learn from them, and we try and fix them.” 

An especially bizarre moment came when Schultz, a Jew, recounted a story he was told about prisoners living in concentration camps during the Holocaust, many of whom, he said, had to share blankets in order to sleep.  

“Not everyone, but most people shared their blanket with five other people,” Schultz said. “So much of that story is threaded into what we’ve tried to do at Starbucks – is share our blanket.”

Moore, who attended the event, said she found the analogy “incredibly inappropriate.”

“It was just a very bizarre thing for them to think that having [Schultz] there would convince people to vote ‘no,'” Moore added. “I think it just goes to show how out of touch they are right now.”

While the exact purpose of Shultz’s appearance in Buffalo was ill-defined, the company has for the most part made their position on a Starbucks union very clear. 

In an internal letter shared to employees, Rossann Williams, President of Retail for North America, openly instructed “partners to vote ‘no’ to a union – not because we’re opposed to unions but because we believe we will best enhance our partnership and advance the operational changes together in a direct relationship.”

A company spokesperson echoed Williams’ sentiment with Salon, saying over the phone that a “union would interrupt and jeopardize” management’s relationship “with hourly customer-facing partners.”

Pressed on why, the spokesperson explained: “I think it’s just in the way that humans operate. It’s fundamentally bringing a third party into the relationship, preventing partners from bringing their concerns and ideas directly to their store managers and others.”

While the company has downplayed the value of unionization, it already appears to be taking heed of their organizers’ demands. Back in late October, after the movement had already garnered significant momentum, Starbucks suddenly vowed to increase starting wages to $15 per hour, upgrade equipment, expand recruitment and training programs, and more. 

Starbucks’ union drive comes amid much a broader national labor movement spanning multiple industries across the country. Last month, in a strike wave known as “Striketober,” tens of thousands of workers at companies like John Deere, Frito-Lay, Nabisco, Kellogg, and McDonald’s organized work stoppages over unethical working conditions and low pay. 

According to Cornell’s Labor Action Tracker, the share of workers on strike last month jumped to 25,000 – a marked departure from the three months prior, which saw an average of 10,000. Many experts and labor advocates told Salon that strikes are being driven largely by a growing sense of dissatisfaction amongst essential workers as the pandemic wanes.  

Corrina A. Christensen, Director of Public Relations & Communications of the BCTGM International Union, which represents workers at Frito-Lay, Kellogg, and Nabisco, said that the strikes have “everything to do with workers being fed up with employers bent on disrespecting their work and demanding take-aways in wages, benefits, forcing overtime…after they were upheld as ‘essential.'”

RELATED: From Striketober to the Great Resignation: Pandemic pushes workers to rise up

Given the present U.S. labor environment, with workers feeling more emboldened than usual, a win for Starbucks could encourage employees across the entire service industry to mount campaigns of their own, Bonadonna Jr. told Salon.   

“A union victory at one store would have historic significance,” he wrote. “American workers would see that despite the power and wealth amassed by billionaires, ordinary working people can gain dignity and respect on the job by banding together.”

Does turkey actually make you sleepy?

By now we’re probably all familiar with the idea that eating turkey induces sleepiness. After hours of making our way through mounds of mashed potatoescups of cranberry sauce, pounds of roasted parsnips and carrots, spoonfuls of sweet potato casserole, and slice after slice of pumpkin pie, who wouldn’t want a nap? Any large amount of food is bound to make you feel stuffed and sleepy. But what is it about turkey that makes you so dang tired on Thanksgiving? I’ve been known to blame many a post-Thanksgiving nap on “all that tryptophan,” an amino acid found in turkey and other protein-rich foods that is said to cause an intense desire for slumber. It’s a common experience: gorging on plates full of Thanksgiving fare, only to retreat to the sofa, satisfied but sleepy, blinded by the desperate need for a nap.

But how much of this comfortable myth is couched in reality? To what extent should you blame the turkey for these post-feast fits of fatigue? I set out to do some (light) research on how sleep-inducing foods affect our serotonin levels.

Catching some ZZZs

It turns out the answer to why turkey makes us feel sleepy is more accessible than I previously thought; this is no new query. A bevy of other outlets have taken the chance to test this theory. Scientists have spoken and the internet has reported and the conclusive, almost across-the-board answer is that turkey, what with its trace elements of tryptophan, is actually not to blame for any type of post-Thanksgiving meal dreariness. Turkey is not actually the food that will boost serotonin production either. And here’s why:

Let’s start at the beginning. Tryptophan is an amino acid that, once consumed, is a chemical antecedent to the body’s natural production of melatonin and serotonin, two compounds that regulate our sleep cycles. Turkey does in fact contain tryptophan—there’s no denying that. But so do a host of other meats like chicken and beef. Furthermore, nuts and cheeses actually contain even higher levels of tryptophan. Not to mention that tryptophan is only one of the twenty amino acids found in the bird.

Instead, we can attribute our fatigue to the carbohydrates that populate our Turkey Day buffets. Carbs release insulin which allows for tryptophan to enter our brains at a higher rate. So it’s actually this intense overload of potatoes and stuffing (combined with the tryptophan in many of the foods we eat) that has our eyes feeling heavy. And those glasses of red wine. And bourbon. And cocktails. Well, they definitely don’t help, either.

So there you have it: tryptophan is part of the equation, but turkey is not entirely at fault. Any big meal chock-full of those carbs is bound to make us feel tired. So as you drift off to sleep with a tummy full of turkey, blame some of those other classic Thanksgiving dishes instead.

How to avoid being tired on Thanksgiving

Although the most obvious answer is to “just eat less food” on Thanksgiving to avoid getting tired, that’s really not going to do you or I much good. Frankly, I have no interest in piling less food onto my plate on Turkey Day. But all hope isn’t lost. Experts say that taking a walk after eating a large meal can help aid digestion, which will help keep you from feeling bloated and drowsy. Plus, that chilly November air will certainly wake you up, too.

It may be tempting to skip breakfast and lunch to save room for the big feast, but experts say that this may result in overeating during Thanksgiving dinner. So take care to eat nourishing, vegetable- and protein-rich foods throughout the day.

If your Thanksgiving table is packed tightly with bowls of sautéed and roasted vegetables like Glazed and Glistening Haricot Verts or this beautiful Roasted Delicata Squash with Spicy Yogurt Dressing and Pomegranate, grab an extra helping or two. Health experts at The University of Pittsburgh Medical Center say that eating lots of veggies can cause a slower rise in insulin levels than carbs like dinner rolls and mashed potatoes, which will keep you energized for longer.

UN expert warns of near “tyranny” against voting rights of U.S. minorities amid GOP attacks

After completing an extended visit to explore the current state of U.S. society and democracy, a United Nations expert on Monday blasted near “tyranny” against the voting rights of minorities nationwide.

The remarks from Fernand de Varennes, the U.N. special rapporteur on minority issues, came after he spent two weeks traveling the country to “assess the human rights situation of persons belonging to national or ethnic, religious, and linguistic minorities.”

The special rapporteur met with over 100 officials at federal, state, and territorial levels along with civil society groups and other experts, both online and in-person in the District of Columbia, Guam, California, Texas, and Puerto Rico. While de Varennes is now preparing a report on his findings, he shared his initial assessment on various issues, including voting rights.


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“My final report will provide more details and analysis in this regard, but what is already eminently clear is that there seems to be a growing feeling that the United States is becoming a darker, nastier, and more divided society — and that the patchwork of constitutional and civil rights in the country are not sufficiently protecting those most in need of protection such as minorities and Indigenous peoples, amongst others,” he said in a statement. “It is very far from, to borrow from the country’s Constitution, ‘a perfect union.'”

The expert explained that despite the constitutionally protected right to vote and be elected, “it became clear during this mission that this is increasingly and actively being undermined — and impacting mainly minorities such as African-Americans, Hispanics, and Indigenous peoples.”

After sharing some of another U.N. expert’s observations of the phenomenon in 2017, de Varennes said that “four years later, the pace of what my colleague described as the undermining of democracy has expanded explosively.”

Legislators in 49 states this year have collectively introduced more than 425 bills with provisions that restrict voting access, and 19 states have enacted 33 laws to make it harder to vote, according to the Brennan Center for Justice at the New York University School of Law.

The “most notable” measure is “a Texan omnibus legislation that disproportionately impacts on African-American, Hispanic, and Asian minorities,” de Varennes said, pointing out that the law “makes it harder for those who face language access barriers, mainly minorities, to get help to cast their ballots, but also restricts the ability of election workers to stop harassment disproportionally targeting minorities by partisan poll watchers and bans 24-hour and drive-thru voting.”

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The U.S. Department of Justice earlier this month sued Texas over parts of the law, with Attorney General Merrick Garland declaring that “our democracy depends on the right of eligible voters to cast a ballot and to have that ballot counted,” and vowing the DOJ “will continue to use all the authorities at its disposal to protect this fundamental pillar of our society.”

De Varennes also addressed the issue of gerrymandering, which has recently generated alarm from Georgia to Ohio to Texas.

“The electoral system in Texas, and unfortunately in a number of other states … appears increasingly loaded against minorities,” he said. “Despite minorities representing about 95% of the population growth in the state in the 2020 Census of which more than half was Hispanic, the two congressional seats added because of this population growth have a majority white population makeup according to court documents filed in a lawsuit a few weeks before my mission.”

On top of the voter suppression efforts largely led and enacted by Republicans, the U.N. expert highlighted that “citizens in United States territories (including Guam and Puerto Rico, which I visited) cannot vote in presidential elections.”

“American Samoans cannot vote in any event because they are not considered U.S. citizens — even if they are American ‘nationals,'” he explained. “They are not represented in the U.S. Senate, and their representatives in the House of Representatives cannot vote on the floor.”

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“On the positive side, two federal draft voting bills are currently before Congress, the Freedom to Vote and the John R. Lewis Voting Rights Advancement Act, which aim to set national voting standards and strengthen legal protections against discriminatory voting laws and policies,” he added. “It is however far from certain these will succeed in being adopted.”

Republicans in the evenly split Senate this year have not only blocked those two bills, but also the bolder For the People Act. Despite such actions from the chamber’s GOP, a few Democrats still refuse to support abolishing the filibuster to send voting rights legislation and other measures to President Joe Biden’s desk.

Given the current conditions in the country, the International Institute for Democracy and Electoral Assistance on Monday added the U.S. to its list of “backsliding” democracies. The think tank’s secretary general, Kevin Casas-Zamora, said that “the visible deterioration of democracy in the United States, as seen in the increasing tendency to contest credible election results, the efforts to suppress participation [in elections], and the runaway polarization … is one of the most concerning developments.”

De Varennes issued a similar warning during a Monday news briefing, according to Reuters. He said that “it is becoming unfortunately apparent that it is almost a tyranny of the majority where the minority right to vote is being denied in many areas.”

Along with detailing his alarm about attacks on voting rights in the United States, De Varennes also laid out his concerns with dramatic increases in hate speech and crimes; environmental injustice; rising economic, educational, and health disparities; and racial discrimination in policing and the legal system.

The expert also praised the Biden administration for making some progress. Reuters noted that “there was no immediate U.S. reaction to his preliminary observations which de Varennes said he had shared with U.S. State Department officials earlier in the day.”

9 ways to slather everything in leftover gravy

Turkey and stuffing get all the attention when it comes to Thanksgiving leftovers, but let’s talk about the backbone that holds the whole meal together: gravy. Leftover gravy can be use to add moisture to reheated turkey, and of course as a dipping sauce for all your Thanksgiving leftover sandwiches, but it’s great for so much more.

Read on for 9 ways to creatively use up any and all gravy you may have leftover from your Thanksgiving feast.

Good Gravy

1. Buttermilk Biscuits with Sausage Gravy

While the gravies of the South are typically milk- or cream-based, there’s no rule that you can’t douse biscuits in a brown gravy and call it breakfast. And why wouldn’t you? It makes the perfect post-Thanksgiving morning treat.

2. Turkey Pot Pie for Another Day

The easiest yet tastiest way to eat through leftovers may just be stuffing them all into a comforting pot pie. Add some milk or cream to leftover gravy and use it as the base for the filling.

3. Sweet Potato Shepherd’s Pie

Alternatively, if you don’t have extra pie crust or puff pastry on hand, use up leftover mashed potatoes or sweet potatoes and make shepherd’s pie.

4. Slow Cooker Beef Stroganoff with Mushrooms

Leftover gravy also makes for a perfect sauce for pasta, steak, or even meatballs. For a riff on classic beef Stroganoff, add sautéed mushrooms and maybe a tablespoon of Dijon mustard for a little zippy tang, then mix in some sirloin or ground beef and serve over egg noodles. Or, better yet, add some shredded leftover turkey into the mix in lieu of beef. I’d stick with the dark meat for this dish.

5. ​​Old-School Swedish Meatballs

Or take a tip from another retro recipe and make Swedish meatballs by adding a few tablespoons of sour cream to your leftover gravy. They’re not just for trips to Ikea! Pork, beef, or vegetarian meatballs shine when covered in creamy gravy and served alongside a big pile of mashed potatoes.

6. Pork Tenderloin with Bacon-Apple Cider Pan Gravy

Sauté some chopped bacon with sliced apples before adding your gravy for a sweet-and-savory autumnal addition. Add a splash of apple cider for some sugar and acid if the sauce needs thinning, then spoon over crispy pan-fried pork chops or roasted pork tenderloin for a flavor-packed dinner.

7. Baked Potatoes with White Pepper Milk Gravy

Ran out of mashed potatoes before the gravy’s used up? Bake off a few potatoes and drench them for an easy side dish for leftover turkey.

8. Carlo Middione’s Polenta Facile

Or ditch the potatoes again and serve atop something creamy and comforting, like Italian polenta. This Genius recipe is as easy as polenta gets.

9. Poutine

Stuck on potatoes? Make Canada’s greatest export: poutine! Layer up fries, cheese curds (or cubed low-moisture mozzarella), maybe some leftover turkey, then drizzle on the gravy with reckless abandon.

Bill proposed by MTG would award Congressional Gold Medal to Kyle Rittenhouse

Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) is sponsoring a bill that would award the Congressional Gold Medal to Kyle Rittenhouse, who killed two people in Kenosha, Wisconsin.

Greene introduced HR6070 on Tuesday “[t]o award a Congressional Gold Medal to Kyle H. Rittenhouse, who protected the community of Kenosha, Wisconsin, during a Black Lives Matter (BLM) riot on August 25, 2020.”


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Full text of the legislation was not immediately available.

Donald Trump Jr. has also suggested that his father, who is not president, award a presidential medal to Rittenhouse.

“Jesus Christ Superstar” actor who played Judas suspended while under investigation for Jan. 6

More people who participated in the Jan. 6 Capitol attack are discovering that consequences aren’t just determined by the court. The U.S. Tour of “Jesus Christ Superstar” suspended a member of its ensemble from the performance due to his alleged association with the insurrection, according to Variety

James D. Beeks, who uses the stage name James T Justis, was known for portraying Judas in the show, but has been released pending further proceedings for his involvement in the Capitol riots in Milwaukee, where “Jesus Christ Superstar” was performing. He was charged with obstruction of Congress, as well as a misdemeanor for unlawfully entering a restricted building.

RELATED: Two longtime Fox News contributors quit over Tucker Carlson special: “It will lead to violence”

Beeks paid dues to the Oath Keepers, a far-right anti-government militia, in December of 2020. Beeks is also a Michael Jackson impersonator, who participated in the riot while wearing a “BAD” tour jacket and carrying a homemade shield. Beeks was allegedly one of the rioters who tried to breach the Senate chamber. Authorities were able to establish that he was in by tracking his ATM card usage, and through social media posts that showed Beeks in the same “BAD” jacket as the one he was seen wearing in security footage. 

Beeks’ bio has been removed from the show’s website, and another actor is listed as playing Judas. The producers of the show released a statement saying that Beeks has been “suspended from the company indefinitely pending the outcome of the hearing. The production is giving its full cooperation to the authorities while the investigation is ongoing.”


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Over 650 people have been charged related to the Capitol riots. Charges were brought against more insurrectionists this month, including Jenna Ryan and the so-called “QAnon Shaman,” Jacob Chansley.

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Jim Jordan hid COVID-19 diagnosis, saying “I don’t talk about my health status with reporters”

Rep. Jim Jordan, R-Ohio, had COVID-19 over the summer — but didn’t tell anybody about it until this week.

The Congressman revealed the news in an interview with Spectrum news Tuesday, saying he doesn’t “talk about his health with reporters” while refusing to confirm whether he is vaccinated or not. 


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He did, however, admit that he had been antibody tested and said, “It showed my antibodies were strong. In fact, the doctors said ‘You’re in the strong category. You could donate plasma.'”

Jordan told the same outlet that he hadn’t been vaccinated back in June, adding that he was frequently being tested for COVID. 

The polarizing Congressman has long fought COVID-19 prevention measures, including mask wearing, physical distancing and other measures, arguing that these public health measures “trampled” on Americans’ First Amendment rights. In April, he asked Dr Anthony Fauci in a congressional hearing as to when mask mandates and physical distancing would be phased out, asking “When do Americans get their freedoms back?” 

At the time, Fauci called the comments “frustrating” and counterproductive.

Missouri governor pats himself on back for man’s exoneration after refusing him clemency

Missouri Gov. Mike Parson bragged about signing a bill limiting the potential for wrongful convictions on Wednesday, despite refusing to grant clemency to the now-exonerated convict included in his statement just months earlier.

The development centers on Kevin Strickland, a Black 62-year-old wrongfully convicted of killing three people in Kansas City, Missouri back in 1979. Just 18 at the time, Strickland had been erroneously picked out of a line-up by one of the surviving victims of the crime, even though there was no direct evidence linking Strickland to the crime. Strickland’s first trial ended with a hung jury. His second, voted on by an all-white jury, ended in a life sentence with no chance of parole for fifty years. 

Back in September of last year, calls for his innocence were renewed after former prosecutors on the case reviewed the decision, filing a motion for Strickland’s release. Over a dozen state lawmakers, including Kansas City Mayor Quinton Lucas, shortly backed the petition, but Parson shut the bid down, refusing to grant Strickland clemency. Parson’s refusal earned the governor intense backlash, largely because he pardoned Patricia and Mark McCloskey, a wealthy white couple who pointed guns at Black Lives Matter protesters last year in St. Louis. 

On Tuesday, after spending 42 years behind bars, Strickland was granted immediate release from prison following a three-day hearing which found him innocent. The next day, Parson — despite choosing not to release Strickland when he had the chance — touted his approval of a bill that would have allowed for Strickland’s exoneration.

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“Earlier this year, I signed SB 53, which created a judicial procedure for prosecuting attorneys to use, in cases like this one, where the prosecutor believes that there was a miscarriage of justice and a wrongful conviction was entered,” the governor tweeted

The governor’s comments were widely condemned online. 


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“Shame on you, Mike,” tweeted Aisha Sultan, columnist at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. “Missouri Gov. Mike Parson pardoned the gun-toting McCloskey couple who pointed firearms at protestors, but he refused to pardon Kevin Strickland, who has served 42 years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.”

“Governor Parson ironically takes credit for signing SB53, while not pardoning or granting clemency for Kevin Strickland, which he could do anytime,” echoed Christine Hyman, a 2022 candidate for the Missouri state Assembly. 

According to the BBC News, lawyers with the Midwest Innocence Project worked for months to materialize Strickland’s release.

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“We were confident any judge who saw the evidence would find Mr Strickland is innocent and that is exactly what happened,” said Midwest Innocence Project legal director Tricia Rojo Bushnell. “Nothing will give him the 43 years he has lost and he returns home to a state that will not pay him a cent for the time it stole from him. That is not justice.”

Though Strickland has served the longest wrongful sentence in the state’s history, he will not be entitled to any form of financial relief. According to Missouri law, compensation is only provided by dint of exculpatory DNA evidence — not eyewitness accounts. 

In an interview with ABC News following his release, Strickland said he has nothing to his name, adding that he might have to live in a cardboard box and “get up under a bridge somewhere.” 

“I mean, what do I have?” asked Strickland, who is now in a wheelchair. “If they would tell me to roll out now, they’d take this chair. I’d have to crawl out of the front door.”

Thanksgiving with the enemy

In November of her junior year in high school, my daughter brought home her first boyfriend to meet us.

At the door stood a young man with short wheat-colored hair and a round face, and no visible tats or piercings. My husband greeted him with the line he had been practicing: “C’mon in, I was just cleaning my shotgun.”  

To his credit, the boyfriend kept calm. 

“He’s a senior, his family is from Nicaragua,” my daughter said, anxious to get the logistics over with. She mentioned he was the second generation of his family born in the U.S. 

“Do you still have family there?” I asked.

“Yeah, but a lot of my relatives came here before I was born,” he said.

“Why did they leave?” I asked, trying to appear casual while I snooped for intel.

“Well, my family is from Germany. And then they went to Nicaragua. I don’t think they planned to stay there permanently,” he said. My water glass slid through my sweaty fingers, crashing to the floor.

German nationals had been settling in Nicaragua since the 19th century when the government offered farmland in the north of the country, where they began growing coffee. During World War 2, when the president of Nicaragua sided with allies France and the United Kingdom and declared war against Germany in 1941, many German-Nicaraguans were imprisoned, some in detention centers in the U.S. The boyfriend didn’t say when his family relocated, and Nicaragua wasn’t a well-known haven for war criminals like some other Latin American countries. But that didn’t stop my mind from going there: after the war, it may have been home to some Nazi sympathizers. And I was afraid my daughter — the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors, who went to Hebrew school and had a bat mitzvah — was dating one of their descendants. 

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A few days later, the boyfriend’s mother called to invite us to Thanksgiving, the holiday celebrating grace and gratitude.

“Oh, of course, we would love to,” I stammered. 

We walked into a family room bustling with at least two dozen Nordic-looking folks. My husband Ralph and our daughter, both fair and blond, fit in. My brown, frizzy mop and angular face made me the definite outlier. 

The familiar Thanksgiving aroma wafting through the room should have been comforting in a sea of Germanic strangers. But on top of turkey and gravy, I detected a hint of something burning.

Within minutes, the boyfriend’s mother introduced us to the family. Aunts complimented my daughter, which almost put me at ease, like a group hug next to a crematorium.

Maybe I was overreacting, I thought, too quick to make assumptions. Maybe the boyfriend wasn’t descended from Nazis. Maybe they didn’t believe Jews drink the blood of Christian children. But still, I couldn’t help wondering if we were the first Jews to join this family for a holiday meal.


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Ralph and I sat in the living room and were joined by the patriarch. The boyfriend, looking to facilitate a conversation, told his granddad that Ralph and I were pilots. His eyes widened, and a smile appeared. While the teenagers wandered off, we talked about aviation.

“I built airplanes,” the patriarch said, his German accent still thick, with a “v” sound in place of a “w” and words pushed up to the top of his mouth. “Before I left Germany, I worked on the line building bombers.”

Ralph and I sat up straighter, our internal antennae vibrating. 

“Then, I came to the United States and got a job designing aircraft,” he continued, naming the notable engineering program he worked for.

I swallowed, my chest tightened, then I glanced at Ralph, enraptured with hearing the details of the famous American aeronautical engineer the grandfather worked with. Ralph asked all the aviation questions he wanted to know about since childhood, while I imagined every atrocity committed in the name of the Führer.

To be clear, he never said he had been one of the German scientists and engineers brought to the U.S. after the war to use their skills against our new enemies in the Cold War. Still, I was surprised that my daughter would choose to date the grandson of a Nazi bomber builder.

Dinner was buffet style. Ralph and I took our plates and walked into the kitchen where the turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberries and vegetables were carefully arranged in perfect rows. With our dishes piled high, we returned to the same spots where we had been conversing about airplanes only moments earlier. As I nibbled, my imagination went wild with the grandfather starring in each story. I felt sweaty even though it was November and I had removed my jacket.

Was there a way to casually inquire, “So, were you a member of the Nazi party?” Or, “Did you enjoy making bombers to kill American soldiers?” And, “Where were you on Kristallnacht?” My head pounded as questions ricocheted in my brain. I pursed my lips in the hope that one of them would not slip out. If I snuck into the back of the house, would I find a secret room with Nazi memorabilia? A hangar containing a Messerschmitt? 

“Would you like a glass of wine?” our hostess asked, pulling me back to the present.

“No, thank you,” I replied, with my most assimilated smile. I needed to stay sharp.

When Ralph’s mother was a teenager, she endured being imprisoned in a concentration camp, having her teeth kicked out by a German soldier, and watching as the SS beat her grandparents to death. She would bolt up in bed with nightmares for the rest of her life. Ralph’s father jumped off a train en route to certain death at Auschwitz. His grandfather was killed by the Nazis. His cousin was shot in Terezín. Countless other relatives simply vanished. 

We survived the evening. They were a pleasant bunch, going out of their way to make us feel welcome. But I could not get beyond the idea of sins of the father being passed down.

Years later, we were driving somewhere when my daughter pointed out the car window and said, “I think my high school boyfriend lived on this street.”

“You mean the Nazi Thanksgiving?” I asked.

“What are you talking about?” she said.

“The grandfather built Nazi warplanes,” I said, losing patience. “We thought they were Nazis!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.

“You didn’t know?” I asked.

“You should have told me!”

The Austrian Nationality Act was recently amended to extend citizenship to the descendants of victims of Nazi persecution. My husband was eligible through his Austrian mother. At first, he refused to apply. Hearing the German language gave him chills. But when the Austrian citizenship papers did come through, we could not wait to visit Austria, proud and strong, proof that we could persevere through the worst of times. Maybe we would never forget. But we could heal and move forward. It would be like that Thanksgiving, with a few million more people.

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How to make a Cranberry Mojito, the perfect compliment to any Thanksgiving feast

Gratitude used to be a feeling we either experienced or did not. Now it has been turned into a practice, an intentional cataloging of moments summoned for reflection. For the most part, that’s good! Who wouldn’t want to cultivate a habit of dwelling on the times we see our lives enriched, even in tiny ways, by other people, the natural world or even ourselves? Practicing gratitude can have all kinds of benefits — better mental health, better relationships, and quite importantly, an increase in joy. 

But any practice taken too far can also bring obligations — to maintain lists, to carve out time for specific journaling exercises, to perhaps spend more time crafting gratitude-focused experiences than leaving space for those spontaneous moments we’re so often grateful for in hindsight. In that way, Thanksgiving dinner can be the ultimate gratitude exercise — and if we’re not careful, we can end up pouring all of our energy into a showstopper of a meal to show how thankful we are for the good things and people in our lives, leaving us exhausted, testy and in no mood for serene reflection. If that sounds familiar, maybe consider a pre-gratitude journaling exercise: Ask yourself what, at the end of the holiday, would you most want to be grateful for? And then do that, if you can. 

If you’re hosting this year, consider a signature cocktail rather than taking individual requests for all drink orders more complex than “IPA or stout?” This should give you more time to spend with your guests rather than tied down behind the bar hunting for the right mixers when you could be playing a video game with your nieces or hearing about your sibling’s new job. 


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A signature holiday pre-dinner cocktail follows an intuitive formula of simplicity plus vibes divided by how many you expect to make throughout the course of the event. Your drink of choice needs to be light enough so it doesn’t weigh you down before the first course or linger too long on the palate, disrupting wine and food pairings. It should also be a crowd-pleaser — familiar enough that you’re not stuck explaining the drink’s ingredients all night, while also being festive enough to feel like the right choice for a special occasion. For Thanksgiving, consider the cranberry mojito — seasonal, easy to make, and yet with the addition of garnish skewers, definitely festive. 

The folks at Ron Diplomático recently sent me their recipe for a cranberry mojito featuring their white rum Diplomático Planas, and everything just clicked upon reading it. Here’s a drink that’s fun without being fussy, offering a widely-embraced blend of sweet and tart flavors without the bitter profile that can be divisive (though I personally love a Boulevardier at Thanksgiving). And it even has a name everyone can recognize — including your aunt who rarely drinks but can be talked into a frivolous umbrella-type drink if the spirit moves her. 

The mojito is a Cuban classic, with the legendary bar La Bodeguita del Medio serving as “Havana’s mojito mecca,” writes Wayne Curtis in his indispensable history, “And a Bottle of Rum,” since the early 1950s. In Old Havana, they say, La Bodeguita is to the mojito as La Floridita is to Hemingway’s beloved daiquiri. Adding cranberry juice to the drink is decidedly non-standard, of course. A pure mojito is a simple yet satisfying combo of rum, lime juice, simple syrup, soda and mint – both muddled at the bottom of the glass and garnished extravagantly by the overgrown sprig. But it’s not moving the dial so far afield that it renders the drink unrecognizable.

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You need fresh mint, which can be tricky in late fall in climates north of the mojito’s origins. Consider keeping a plant of your own inside if, like me, you get outraged over paying retail mark-ups for fresh herbs when they grow like weeds in the wild. You don’t even need a fancy Aerogarden — mint can flourish for a month or so without even being planted. Just keep the roots in a jar of water with plenty of sunlight and trim as you go. But those sad little grocery store clamshells will also do. You’re going to muddle most of it at the bottom of a shaker, anyway.

Here’s my version of a cranberry mojito, adapted from the Diplomático recipe. I added back in some soda water to make this a tall drink, because I like my mojitos with their signature fizz — and it helps to nurse this one for a while.


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Thanksgiving Cranberry Mojito 

Ingredients:

Serving size: one beverage

  • 2 oz. Diplomático Planas rum, or any white rum you prefer
  • 1.5 oz. cranberry juice
  • 1 oz. fresh lime juice (one large lime’s worth)
  • 1/2 oz. agave nectar
  • 10 mint leaves
  • Club soda to top
  • Bitters
  • Fresh cranberries, mint, lime for garnish
  • Ice for shaking and serving

Gear:

You don’t need any specialty equipment to mix a simple cocktail. Improvise with what you have. But here’s what I keep at hand:

Directions: 

Muddle the mint with lime juice, agave and rum in a shaker. Fill with ice and shake for at least 15 seconds. I like to double-strain mojitos — straining once into a holding glass, then using a fine mesh strainer to strain a second time over ice in the highball glass — so the bits of lime pulp and mint don’t cloud my drink. (But if those are the parts you love, just strain out the ice!)  Add add cranberry juice and bitters and stir, then top with club soda. Garnish with a skewer of fresh cranberries, lime wedge and mint. 

Variations:

Pomegranate juice is a great swap for cranberry. Of course, there’s always the standard mojito, if the holiday vibes you’re seeking are more of the beach vacation kind: double the nectar or simple syrup, skip all the berries, close your eyes and pretend it’s summer again. 

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I can’t wait to not do Thanksgiving

My family’s Thanksgiving this year so far involves mac and cheese and watching “The Proposal” on the couch. Jealous?

We have earned this. I have earned this. The past year has been a pretty hellish ride, and while I have much to be grateful for, I am ready to be grateful in my own way now. This means that I am incredibly excited for all the things we’re not going to do or eat. No big gathering. No turkey, no stuffing, no cranberry sauce from the can. There may not even be pumpkin pie.

Thanksgiving has always been my in-laws’ big day, and for as long as I’ve been part of the family, we’ve gone to their house for a rigidly enforced celebration of traditional brand names — Butterball, Stove Top, Ocean Spray, Durkees. When the kids were little and Dad and the uncles were still alive, it was nice. But my older daughter is mostly vegetarian now. My younger one loathes turkey. Neither of them can abide mashed potatoes. And while it is not a big sacrifice a few times a year to show up for your extended family for a meal you don’t especially like, tradition becomes a harder thing to hold on to as time goes by, and an increasing majority of your participants are not enjoying it. If your holiday plans similarly feel more like a chore than a celebration, I encourage you to consider how they might at least be tweaked to improve the experience. Life is too short for self-imposed mediocrity.

My happiest holidays have always been the ones with the fewest expectations or demands. The frigid Christmas morning I woke up in a youth hostel in Vienna. The July 4th it downpoured, and my friends and I ate KFC and played Trivial Pursuit on the rug. The Easter we went to Orlando. And the Thanksgiving after my grandfather died, and the whole family went out for Chinese food. I have been trying to get back to that place of casual Turkey Day ease ever since. I never dreamed it would take a still raging pandemic, 3/4 of our family unit preoccupied with end of semester deadlines, and my mother-in-law in a care facility with advanced dementia to make it happen. Yet the fact remains that while the obligations of our day-to-day lives are intense, the ones around Thanksgiving itself have all melted away. There’s no one left to smile through the green bean casserole for, to rush off to eat dinner at noon for. So we’re not doing it.

The current plan involves watching the parade, because we like the parade. There will be macaroni and cheese, possibly from scratch and possibly from Kraft, and a Caesar salad with a shredded rotisserie chicken. There are ice cream sandwiches in the freezer, and a bottle of orange wine, because I only recently discovered orange wine, on the windowsill. Who needs anything more than this? Not us, not this year anyway.


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Last week, my mother was admitted to the hospital with sepsis. An abrupt change in her demeanor had signaled a UTI that soon took a serious turn — a brutally common sequence of events in older people with dementia.

She was sleepy when I went to see her. She did not acknowledge anyone else in the room — not the nurses, not me. Instead, she stared groggily at the television, tuned to her favorite home shopping network.

My difficult, inscrutable, frustrating mother, who long ago cut herself off from the rest of the family and refused to speak to any of us, now barely can speak at all. At times during our visit, she would look toward the TV and mumble, in a strained rasp, about something she saw on the screen. “Hat,” she would say. “Green blanket.” She seemed very, very far away, and also more peaceful than I have known her to be in decades.

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It was well after lunch when I left her room, but I went to the cafeteria anyway, famished and emotional. I asked the woman at the counter if I could get a sandwich. “Bill,” she hollered toward the kitchen, “make this young lady a grilled cheese.” I devoured it off a styrofoam plate as I watched leaves the color of Velveeta swirl outside the window.

I consider myself a reasonably grateful person, but I have always bristled at the idea of enforced gratitude. Like enforced romance, or patriotism, the part of the holidays where you’re required to feel a certain way is the part I like the least. I have hope of future and brighter Thanksgivings than this year’s, surrounded by good food and lots of loved ones. But from this Thursday in November forward, I’m going to feel whatever I damn well want to feel and eat whatever I damn well want to eat.

At one point during my visit with my mother, I sat on the edge of her bed — the side opposite the IV drip — and she turned her head to look right at me. “Wow,” she said slowly. “My dear daughter.” Then she went away again. Was she seeing me, or was she just remembering me? And when I said, “I love you” and she muttered back, “Love you,” was she answering me, or just repeating words she no longer even understands? I’ll never know. What I do know is that just for a moment, it seemed again as if she was someone’s mother, and that I was someone’s daughter. I haven’t felt that way in a very long time. Later, as I left the hospital, the front desk person who’d directed me to the cafeteria asked me how I’d enjoyed my lunch. “Best grilled cheese of my life,” I told her. And as I stepped outside into the chilly air, I felt so thankful I could cry.

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Trump rushed Rittenhouse to Mar-a-Lago after not guilty verdict

Former President Trump met with Kyle Rittenhouse shortly after a jury found him not guilty of killing two men in Kenosha, Wisconsin, last Friday.

“Really, a nice young man,” Trump said to describe Rittenhouse in an interview with Sean Hannity on Tuesday. “Kyle, I got to know him a little bit. He called, he wanted to know if he could come over and say hello because he was a fan,” Trump claimed.

Rittenhouse visited Trump’s Mar-a-Lago resort and Fox showed a picture of the two posing. 

“What he went through, that was prosecutorial misconduct. He should not have had to suffer through a trial. He was going to be dead” continued Trump, defending Rittenhouse’s actions. 

The shooting happened during a protest in Kenosha over the police shooting of Jacob Blake, a Black man, by a white police officer. Rittenhouse crossed state lines from Illinois, allegedly intending to defend the city from rioters. Rittenhouse’s lawyers argued that he killed the two men in self-defense. “I didn’t intend to kill them,” Rittenhouse testified. “I intended to stop the people who were attacking me.” 

In the days after Rittenhouse killed two men and was identified, the right quickly lionized him, calling him a hero for what they saw was an act of noble vigilantism. After the verdict, conservatives cheered and saw Rittenhouse’s acquittal as vindication. 

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On Monday night, Rittenhouse sat down for an interview with Fox News’s star personality Tucker Carlson. Carlson said Rittenhouse was “bright, honest, sincere, dutiful, and hard-working. Exactly the kind of person you’d want many more of in your country.” 

Congressional Republicans offered Rittenhouse internships. Rep. Madison Cawthorne, Rep. Matt Gaetz, Rep. Lauren Boebert, and Rep. Paul Gosar all expressed interest in having Rittenhouse join their team. Gosar said he would “arm wrestle” Matt Gaetz to take Rittenhouse in.

In a video telling Rittenhouse to contact Cawthorne if he wants an internship, Cawthorne also told his supporters to “be armed, be dangerous, and be moral.” 

Lauren Boebert challenges Madison Cawthorn to “sprint” for Rittenhouse internship

Rep. Lauren Boebert, R-Colo., challenged Rep. Madison Cawthorn to “a sprint” over who would get to hire Kyle Rittenhouse as a congressional intern. 

“Now I do have some colleagues on the Hill who have, just like me, offered Kyle Rittenhouse an internship in their office,” she told Newsmax host Sebastian Gorka, a former aide to Donald Trump, during a Tuesday interview. “And Madison Cawthorn, he said that he would arm wrestle me for this Kyle Rittenhouse internship. But Madison Cawthorn has some pretty big guns, and so I would like to challenge him to a sprint instead.”

“Let’s make this fair,” she said of a race against Cawthorn, who uses a wheelchair. 

“Allow me to arm wrestle him on your behalf,” Gorka responded. “I love a good arm wrestle and I would be happy – Madison’s a buddy – I’d be happy to arm wrestle him on your behalf.”

Last week, Rittenhouse was acquitted of murder charges in a weeks-long jury trial over his shooting of three men during the Kenosha unrest in Wisconsin last year. Immediately following the ruling, which critics saw as a shining example of white privilege, Boebert and other lawmakers of her extremist ilk celebrated. 

“Today is a great day for the Second Amendment and the right to self-defense,” Boebert tweeted. “Kyle Rittenhouse is not guilty on all counts! Glory to God!”


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Since his acquittal, the 18-year old Rittenhouse has been casually offered congressional internships by a number of Republican lawmakers aside from Boebert, including Cawthorn, Reps. Matt Gaetz, R-Fla., and Paul Gosar, R-Ariz. 

In a video released last week, Cawthorn released a video commanding his followers to be “armed and dangerous” following the controversial ruling, along the caption: “Kyle: If you want an internship, reach out to me.”

Rittenhouse’s attorney, Mark Richards, who represented him during the trial, has called the internship offers “disgusting.”

“They’re raising money on it, and you have all these Republican congressmen saying come work for me,” Richards said. “They want to trade on his celebrity, and I think it’s disgusting.”

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“Hawkeye” reminds us why Jeremy Renner’s archer is the least Avenger

The opening episode of “Hawkeye” meets up with the mostly retired heroic archer operating in the uncharacteristic role of the powerless witness. Clint Barton is off the clock, having brought his kids to see a Broadway show during a holiday trip to New York City.  The musical in question, “Rogers,” is a ludicrous ode to Captain America highlighted by the 2012 intergalactic invasion that the Avengers thwarted.

In that showstopper tune the Avengers’ super-powered members are center stage as the actor playing Steve sings their praises, and Black Widow‘s double ridiculously high-kicks her way across the stage. But it takes a minute to notice whether Hawkeye is being portrayed, too. He is, but at first he blends into the background.

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Lining up all the heroes in the “Avengers” pantheon, Hawkeye is the one most people could probably take or leave. He’s also the hero whom dedicated nutballs could persuade themselves they could actually become with enough archery training, protein powder, push-ups, “low T” supplements, yams, and inspirational speeches from Joe Rogan.

An unenhanced marksman who never misses his targets and is an expert in hand-to-hand combat, Clint is a problematic fave. While he’s saved the world a few times, he outright murdered a slew of criminals in his guise as the Ronin when half the universe wasn’t looking.

Renner hasn’t done such a bang-up job of winning widespread endearment either. Infuriating headlines like “Jeremy Renner won’t stop calling Black Widow a ‘slut‘” or “Jeremy Renner says it’s ‘not my job’ to help female costars get equal pay” keep popping up in answer to questions of, “Remind me, why don’t we like Jeremy Renner?” The good news there is that this proves how little time most of us spend thinking about Jeremy Renner.

Actors are not the characters they play. We know this. But some are happy to court the public’s association them with the most popular of their fictional personas. Chris Evans, the actor behind the first Captain America, happily parted from Marvel while continuing to embrace the hero’s nice guy reputation. It’s good for his brand.

Renner approaches the whole hero business with a resounding “meh,” which is his prerogative. Along the way he’s been dogged by ugly allegations surrounding a custody battle with his ex-wife Sonni Pacheco, which he’s either refuted or refused to comment upon, and still doesn’t leave the most flattering impression.

Neither have we been trained to expect much from his solo efforts, like his very basic acid-washed jeans rock or his starring role as an organized crime “fixer” in the Paramount+ series “Mayor of Kingstown,” a 2003-era brood fest that somehow time-traveled to 2021.

What does all this have to do with “Hawkeye”? Simple – it explains why a show named for the least of the world’s mightiest superheroes works best as an introduction to the wonderful Hailee Steinfeld and her character Kate Bishop, set up via this series to inherit Hawkeye’s mantle.

That makes “Hawkeye” the latest in a trend of properties named for or associated with alpha males being reforged as a female fighter’s story. In the same way that Netflix’s “Master of the Universe” animated series was not, in fact, about He-Man and “Mad Max: Fury Road” stars Charlize Theron’s post-apocalyptic Amazon Furiosa, “Hawkeye” introduces Steinfeld’s heroine as a wealthy young woman with a vigilante’s soul.

This wasn’t Kate’s plan, to be clear. Danger comes into her house in the present day, the same way it dropped out of the clouds in 2012 and decimated New York, where she witnesses some of the battle and Hawkeye’s derring-do from the blown-out window of her family’s luxury midtown apartment.  She returns from her university’s holiday break having destroyed a landmark while showing off her archery skills and discovers her mother Eleanor (Vera Farmiga) has become romantically involved with a snake-like jerk (Tony Dalton of “Better Call Saul,” smartly employed here).

Kate can sense something’s not right about the guy, confirmed when she tails him to a black market auction offering an array of contraband for the 1%. She gets no such hit off Clint, which she wouldn’t since she’s the latest in a line of women who make Hawkeye a better man.

This directly contradicts what much of the public knows or thinks it knows about Renner, a man who couldn’t make it through presenting a Golden Globe without ogling and commenting upon his partner Jennifer Lopez’s cleavage. Whether acting as a force lawful good or “taking out the trash” as an antihero, Clint Barton’s charisma is increased by his proximity to one or both of the women in his life who could vouch for him, like his wife Laura (played by Linda Cardellini), or have, as best friend Natasha Romanoff (Scarlett Johansson) often did.

Kate continues this trend by informing Clint that he’s her hero, something he views as more of a nuisance than a responsibility. Her Christmas wish is for him to help her become the superhero she’s trained her whole life to be. His is to wrap up the inconvenient public resurrection of his shameful past in time to get home in time to carve the Christmas roast with his own daughter.

This erector set of a premise is made to charm, as if Marvel is asking both Renner and the public to lighten up a little by placing him in inside a Christmas-themed buddy action romp with the star of “Dickinson,” a superb performer.


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Steinfeld deserves a better introduction than this piece of tinsel which, in its first two episodes, never transcends the rating of fine. Nevertheless, her presence and performance elevate a story into which Hawkeye has glaring downward in disappointment before eventually figuring out how to have fun again.

This scenario makes one wonder if Marvel’s noticed that when Florence Pugh’s Yelena Belova received orders to assassinate Hawkeye in the “Black Widow” post-credits sequence, more than a few people were into the idea  – and may have been rooting for Yelena’s success. (Pugh is confirmed to appear in “Hawkeye.”)

To be fair, Renner and Hawkeye have their fans, otherwise he would not be toplining this show. His (likely Dockers-wearing, American pick-up driving, dog-loving) constituency still loves him for his excellent performance in “The Hurt Locker” and, remembering how well he and Taylor Sheridan worked together in 2017’s “Wind River,” are committed to seeing whether “Mayor of Kingstown” goes anywhere.

Next to that gloom “Hawkeye” is a sugar plum hit teasing us with the prospect that Kate can somehow help Clint shed his Grinch persona and help him to turn around what she calls his branding problem. “People want sincerity,” she says while championing the cause of wearing one’s heart on one’s sleeve.

The man called Hawkeye may have to be reminded of that, but the audience already knows that to be true about Renner himself. He trades in an image of being rough, unvarnished and real, a guy who told Men’s Health in a recent profile that he’d rather collect and restore decommissioned fire trucks than slap his name on a vanity tequila brand. “So f**k you, Ryan Reynolds or George Clooney or whoever,” he tells his interviewer. “I’ll come put out the fire on your agave farm.”  

Good one, as long as you forget Renner’s role in the Great Jeremy Renner Vanity App Debacle of 2019. We very well might by the end of the six-episode run of “Hawkeye,” which could shape up to be the most forgettable Marvel Cinematic Universe property since “Iron Man 3” and make Renner’s Hawkeye fade into the curtains yet again. But he’s an Avenger of a bygone era.  As long as Renner doesn’t dim Steinfeld’s light we’ll be fine to see him step back to let the next generation shine.

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A superb ensemble anchors “The Humans,” showcasing an anguished, claustrophobic Thanksgiving dinner

“The Humans,” writer/director Stephen Karam’s arty, melancholic screen adaptation of his Tony award-winning play, is painful in a good way; the anguish of the characters is aching and heartfelt.

The film opens with images of the sky as seen from an interior courtyard of a New York City apartment building. It’s the reverse-image of a “God’s eye view,” but still signifies the insignificance of people. It also establishes the relentless sense of claustrophobia in this film, which is set almost entirely within one such interior courtyard apartment for the “very special Chinatown edition of the Blake family Thanksgiving.”

Brigid (Beanie Feldstein) and Richard (Steven Yeun) have just moved into the apartment and they are still waiting for their furniture to arrive. Their mostly empty duplex is in a bit of disrepair; Karam emphasizes the grimy windows that characters can’t see out of, the water stains on the ceiling, imperfect tiles, and numerous other flaws in the apartment. (Read these “reaction” shots, of course, as symbols of the troubled characters, or the characters’ troubles.) 

One uncomfortable scene, early in the film, has Erik (Richard Jenkins) trying to get his mother, Momo (June Squibb), who has Alzheimer’s, out of the bathroom, into her wheelchair, and down the narrow hallway. This episode, which is darkly funny or extremely exasperating (or both) conveys everything, from how tight-knit the family is, and the burden of parents on their (adult) children, to the limitations of any given situation and how these resilient folks manage. Momo’s gibberish only adds to the already fraught situation.

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Most of the scenes in “The Humans” examine how characters are coping with their miseries. Erik is haggard and forlorn — and not just because this Scrantonian is in Lower Manhattan, a place that haunts him; he was at ground zero during 9/11. Erik has had trouble sleeping recently, and when he does sleep, he has weird dreams. He engages in pleasant but awkward small talk with Richard, an affable young man, who is masking some despair of his own. Their exchanges are casual, genial, because the outsider Richard wants to make a good impression, and the anxious Erik wants the visit to go smoothly so he can go home. 

However, there are real tensions brewing between Brigid and her mother, Deirdre (Jayne Houdyshell, reprising her Tony-winning role). Whenever these characters talk to one another, they are sniping — full of criticism, bitterness, nagging, sarcasm, and even contempt. Brigid’s sister Aimee (Amy Schumer) mostly tries to stay out of the line of fire; she is mourning the loss of her job, and the loss of her girlfriend, while also grappling with colitis.  

Karam follows these characters in and around the apartment, tracking them from behind or zooming in on them, as if eavesdropping on this family. He captures them in private moments, as when Aimee sneaks away to reach out to her ex, or when Deirdre quietly sobs, alone at the dinner table. These episodes are incredibly moving because they show these women at their most honest and vulnerable. The elegiac shots are right out of an Edward Hopper painting, and a line about the family’s “stoic sadness” rings true.


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Such moments sneak up on viewers as Karam deliberately does not build much momentum as his one-act drama unfolds. The realism of watching these family dynamics ebb and flow is absorbing, but the direction can be too self-conscious. Karam moves his camera around a dinner table scene so much in one sequence, viewers may want to slap the cinematographer (Lol Crawley) to make him stop. There are many shots of people seen in mirrors, or a recurring image of a feather on the windowsill seen from outside the apartment, that are meant to be thoughtful, but feel stagy. Similarly, a recurring motif of lights going out starts to get contrived, no matter how representational it is. Better is the use of sound in the film to create importance — the creaking floorboards, or the percussion of an upstairs neighbor — that rattle the family’s nerves. 

A reflective moment has Erik looking out the window at snowflakes, before being startled by a pigeon. When Richard suggests it is an upstairs neighbor emptying their ashtray, it adds another layer of meaning, a reference to the horror of 9/11. “The Humans” is at its best in these small, telling moments, or when Karam features a shot in the end of the film that pulls back to make the dark, empty apartment look like a multileveled stage set. 

In his cinematic directorial debut, Karam may overdo the visuals, but this may be a function that the medium of film allows him that indulgence. He certainly knows his materials well enough to coax strong performances out of his cast, who can talk indistinctly or pause to help create the chilly mood. 

The superb acting compensates for the directorial flourishes. Richard Jenkins plays Erik as a shell of a man. He can say or do the wrong thing — especially when he tries to comfort his emotionally wounded daughters — but still loves them and wants their love in return. His own anxiety, however, becomes even more overwhelming as he wanders, alone and frightened, through the dark apartment in the film’s climax. It is a magnificent sequence.

However, Houdyshell is the real star of “The Humans.” She is absolutely heartbreaking in a remarkable moment, late in the film, where she tries to make a decision about having dessert. With her hesitation and indecision, and a comment from Erik, she reveals the extent of her shame and self-loathing and self-respect. Deirdre endures considerable mocking from her daughters, but she does care for them deeply — even though they reject the religion she clings to (she gives Brigid a Virgin Mary statue) and they chafe at her nagging and emails. A poignant scene has Deirdre overhearing her daughters having a conversation at her expense. The brave face she puts on shows her true character.

In support, Beanie Feldstein is appropriately annoying and chipper as Brigid (that is a compliment), yet as her façade begins to crumble, Feldstein makes her character’s breakdown credible. Likewise, Amy Schumer is very affecting in her big dramatic scenes. Alas, both Steven Yeun and June Squibb, while fine in their roles, seem underused here.  

“The Humans” is a bracing film that illustrates how family members inflict pain and suffering on themselves and each other, but also how they endure.

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Humans are polluting space so much that Earth may soon have a “ring” like Saturn

Saturn’s rings make it arguably the most photogenic planet in the solar system. First discovered by Galileo Galilei in 1610, the rings are made of countless particles comprised primarily of water ice, which form a giant cluster that circles around the planet’s central sphere. From a distance they appear quite beautiful, and are even more picturesque when perceived up close.

One doubts that astro-photographers from another planet would have a similar romantic view of the rings that humans are creating around Earth as it becomes increasingly strewn with our space junk. Even so, a new study in the scientific journal Nature describes how humanity’s commercial and governmental satellites (and satellite debris) are on course to give Earth its very own ring.

The term “space junk” refers to the 170 million or so objects that circle Earth’s orbit, most of them spinning furiously while traveling at speeds of roughly 15,700 mph (in low Earth orbit), either because they are abandoned spacecraft or broke off of them. The smallest pieces of space junk are mere centimeters in size, chips of metal or flecks of paint that peeled off of an object or vehicle. Roughly 29,000 objects are larger than a softball, however, meaning they could cause serious damage to any humans or equipment that have the misfortune of colliding with them.

That is why the Department of Defense tries to track the larger objects; while most space junk burns up in the atmosphere before landing on Earth, 200 or 400 pieces land somewhere on the surface every year. Between the risk of having space junk land near your home (as happened to a farmer in Washington state earlier this year) and the possibility that satellites you depend on could get knocked out of commission at any moment, it is safe to say that the problem of space junk is quite serious.

And that doesn’t even account for the sheer ugliness of an Earth surrounded by clutter.


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“Earth is on course to have its own rings. They’ll just be made of junk,” Jake Abbott, a robotics professor at the University of Utah, told The Salt Lake City Tribune. In the study that Abbott and his colleagues published for Nature, they described how it might be possible to clear up space junk using magnetic technology. Because even non-magnetic space junk can conduct electricity, Abbott and his fellow researchers argue that you can use controlled force and torque to slow the objects that are spinning so they can eventually be moved and collected. If their proposal works, they could provide a means of moving space junk without directly touching it.

That’s important, because if their satellite junk-cleaners do come into contact with fast-moving spinning objects, they will likely tear apart, thereby creating even more space junk to be cleaned up.

Abbott’s team is not alone in recognizing the threat posed by space junk. NASA has also repeatedly expressed concern about it, President Donald Trump’s administration put together a plan for reducing space junk (it is unclear if serious efforts were made to implement it) and the Japan-based company Astroscale is constructing a spacecraft that can test strategies for removing space junk. The imperative to address this problem is increasing as manned commercial spaceflights, such as those undertaken by billionaire space entrepreneurs Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos, become increasingly common.

If there is any good news about space junk, it is that it has offered engineers a chance to innovate in unexpected ways that sometimes seem like they came straight out of a science fiction movie.

“We’ve basically created the worlds first tractor beam,” Abbott told the Tribune. “It’s just a question of engineering now. Building and launching it.”